“Elias, I won’t last.”
He licks a stripe to the very tip and I melt, letting go of his hair, feeling like I’m floating.
“Ben?”
When I look down, his lips are inches from my leaking head and he’s looking right at me.
“Can I?”
I nod.
I watch him, unable to tear my eyes away as he takes me into his mouth. His gaze never leaving mine. I feel myself throb. He licks the tip and I throw my head back on a groan.
This is heaven, but I want more, wanthim.
“Elias, come here.”
He pulls off with a pornographicpop.Seconds later, his body is covering me. I’m soaking up his smell. The solidity of his chest. I can taste myself on him when he kisses me. It makes me dizzy.
“Do you think you could fit inside me?”
“Yes.” He grips my hair tighter as he kisses me and grinds.
My breath hitches and I don’t recognize my voice when I speak in a breathy whisper. “I want it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
I feel him throb between my legs, a bead of precum dripping from his tip, tickling my own aching length.
“Oh God, please Elias.”
His smile is so sexy. He catches my bottom lip between his teeth and drags as I groan.
When he jumps up to get his pants, I’m suddenly cold and missing the weight of his body.
“Don’t worry,” he says, as if reading my mind. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch as he takes the condom from his pocket and something else. A little sachet.
He rips the sachet open with his teeth, leaving the condom on the pillow unopened.
“Flip onto your front.”
I do as he says.
One hand strokes my back while the other slips between my legs. I moan into the pillow as his fingers probe between my cheeks. My hips lift of their own accord, seeking him out.
“That’s it,” he says.
The hand stroking my back works in rhythmic, soothing circles and I relax. He’s slow, taking his time. Ringing that spot that feels so good when he touches it.
I gasp as I let him in. Just the tip of a finger.
“Okay?”
“Yeah.”
